A letter to the man who was made for me,
I hope you've stared at the ceiling
in the early hours of the morning
a few nights or so
because you couldn't get the thought of
my eyes
out of your head.
You lay there in a dreamlike state
and the moon smiles down on you
as you think about
My eyes;
which once held so many mysteries
that you've taken the time to learn
and the truth astounds you.
And despite this,
you don't ever want to stare
into anyone else's
for the rest of eternity.
I hope you can feel your heart swell
like the way an infant tightly
clasps an adult's finger
Not only when you see me
when we're going out on Saturday
and I'm wearing that red dress you like,
and you think I'm beautiful,
But when it's 9'o clock on a Sunday morning
and I am laying beside you
with our limbs tangled
like my hair
messy and unclad,
and I just got done describing to you
how I like the sound of the rain
in the morning
and the night,
and the afternoon,
Because somehow I think it calms
the storm the raging inside me.
I hope you introduce me to your mother
and you can't stop smiling.
We're sitting on the patio in the sweet summer sun,
or in your dining room at Christmas
surrounded by your family
who will someday become my family too.
I've said something that made her laugh
and it's your very favorite sound.
Better than birds singing,
Better than rain falling,
I hope with the exception of her
and maybe your sister,
I will be the only woman
that you would go to the ends of the earth for.
But first,
your mother,
who gave you life.
I hope you love her very much.
I hope I inspire you to be better,
in ways you never thought possible.
I hope you admire my strength,
on the days I seem to fight a little too hard
with the war that is my mind;
and I hope that on the bad days,
you give me the motivation
to fight harder.
I hope when you see me at night
leaning into my computer
with the desk lamp still on,
and the bags creeping under my eyes
you come over and kiss my forehead,
and tell me to keep writing.
I hope one day
you'll give me beautiful things to write about.
I hope you don't waste your money
on a diamond ring,
or a necklace,
or even a single rose,
hoping that it will prove
your love for me.
I hope you know that its through holding me at 3 am
when insomnia holds me hostage,
Asking me to tell you about all my favorite books
even though you've heard the endings once or twice before,
you just love the way my eyes seem to light up,
like the stars coming out of the darkness.
Long talks with my father about trucks,
not only for the sole purpose of impression,
But because you like to see him smile.
Being there when I need you,
never promising to stay forever,
but promising to love me for as long as you can
will you then prove
your love for me.
But more than that,
I hope you know it in your heart,
like you could shout it from the rooftops
but you don't need to.
I hope you know that I have no need
for material things and words held on emptiness,
But a need for
A love so deep,
and so strong,
It could change the world.
I hope it will change my world.
And I hope when I meet you,
It will change yours too.
